Saturday, November 24, 2012

He Shall Give His Angels Charge Over Thee

I have a strong spiritual belief, but am not a religious person in a
traditional sense. Last Sunday my husband and I spent the weekend with
my daughter. Our little one year old granddaughter was going to be
baptized during their Sunday church service. I was surprised when I saw
what the sermon was going to be. The story of Abraham and his son
Isaac, a story of faith and sacrifice from the bible. You may remember
that Abraham was willing to sacrifice his greatest treasure, his only
son, when he was asked to by God. The odd thing about this was that I
had been discussing this biblical story
with my husband a week or two before this and finding it very difficult
to understand. There were many times during the service that I had
tears streaming down my face. I identified so strongly with this.On our return trip home my husband and I stopped to buy some lattes for
the road. As we were walking to the store I noticed a license plate on
a car that read "PSALM91". I didn't know what psalm that was, but I
made a note to look it up when we got home. There was another car just
two spaces away with a license plate that read "BJOYFUL". About half an
hour later as we were driving home I saw a license plate that had
letters that was an abbreviation of "trust in him," but I don't remember
exactly how they abbreviated it.

That was three different
biblical/spiritual references within an hour of each other after that
church service. I knew they were messages. When we arrived home I looked up Psalm 91 (http://www.biblegateway.com/).
It is a prayer of protection. The part I was familiar with is this:
"For he shall give his angels charge over thee, to keep thee in all thy
ways." I have been thinking about these things this past week, and was
further amazed yesterday when I saw a post by a facebook friend early in
the day about psalm 91! To top that off, another facebook friend had
posted about psalm 91 later in the day! What are the odds?

About Me

For as long as I can remember, I wanted to be a mother. I was so happy to have a daughter and a son. They were the focus of my life. Two years ago my 22 year old college senior son died in a tragic accident. The shock and trauma has sent me into a search for meaning. Eight months ago poetry started flowing through me. I believe that the poems are meant to be shared. They are helping me to heal. I hope that they might help others also.
October 2009